Wyrd bið ful āræd. Fate is inexorable. We are given power and we lose it.
Wyrd bið ful āræd. Fate is inexorable. A man who rules by fear cannot afford a single setback.
Wyrd bib ful araed. Fate is fate. It cannot be changed or cheated.
Words are like breath, you say them and they’re gone. But writing traps them.
Why do we fight? Because we were born.
When rumours fly, when false tales are being told, be the storyteller.
When a man cannot fight he should curse. The gods like to feel needed.
What do we look for in a lord? Strength, generosity, hardness, and success, and why should a man not be proud of those things?
We should know who they are, before we kill them. That’s just being polite.
We live in a world where the strongest win, and the strongest must expect to be disliked.
We had to fight, because to decline battle was a defeat.
We don’t build, we just destroy.